ReconstructionCharacters: West Coast Avengers and...their friends? idk open to creativity.Setting: WCA Headquarters, MalibuContent: Stuff.Summary: A dinner party with the WCA! This will obviously go well.

Not that Tony had cooked, cleaned, decorated or even set this surprisingly expert mood lighting, but he thought he put on a downright respectable party when he was sober. He had even remembered to thank Pepper the last time he called her, and once in the six messages he left after she stopped answering her phone. At that point, he had to defer to Jan, who seemed less inclined to insist on perfection despite it all being her brilliant idea and contributed mostly energy and a single balloon. The latter wasn't exactly in Tony's design vision, but he accepted it as payment for Jan's assistance setting a table. As the food arrived (what it was exactly a surprise to Tony as much as anyone else, as he had managed to get Pepper, in New York, to find a restaurant and a delivery service for him in Malibu before she got tired and frustrated with him), it was JARVIS that suggested a romantic, low golden light as the finishing touch, which did make the silver glow mysteriously. It would have all been a boastable success except for one thing; their guest of honour was still missing.

This wouldn't be so annoying if Quicksilver wasn't always inevitably preoccupied with his own fantastically important life when anyone needed him, and inevitably buzzing around demanding attention when anyone really didn't want him. The pattern was so predictable that Tony could have been all right with Pietro not showing up at all, except in this case that would have been his fault and it was possible that Pietro was dead. Also frustrating and a predictable pattern: why was Tony so regularly at fault when the outcome was mortal danger? He sat at the head of the carefully laid table, chair askance so he could bounce his leg on his knee while he texted Pepper again, hoping she might solve this by talking to the right people at the hospital and a car service. All of the tests had gone exactly as predicted, he assured himself, Pietro's new heart hadn't been rejected and he didn't even have stitches anymore. He was practically bursting out of his bed whenever Tony showed up to do the next step in checking his limitations. He was fine, better than fine, just Pietro. Jan's balloon slowly floated down from the ceiling, lingering half way down the table like it was aiming to drop into someone's salad. Celebrating a plastic heart was a misguided waste of time anyway. One of those boxes from the restaurant had to contain something Tony could eat with his hands and bring with him back to the office.

"I'm not hiding." Clint began with a no-sense tone. It just wasn't an option right now with a hangover. He glanced down at her vase from across the table and frowned. "How do you always have so much energy?" He leaned back in his chair and briefly started thinking on what exactly did energy drinks and liquor do to someone at Jan's size? Was she hitting red bulls or something harder? He clearly recalled her staying up way past four last night and yet here she was now. Zipping along like a teenager. Ugh, this job. If Barton had his way, the only thing on the menu would be water and Tylenol. Which would make an amazing birthday party. At least right now.

Like Clint, Tony made no move in reaction to Jan, but continued to frown at his phone as she buzzed around and threw herself into the vase. There was no way he was hiding, even if Pietro didn't know about the dinner. He didn't tuck himself into cupboards and he didn't surprise recent heart surgery patients. "Pym particle side effect," he mumbled to Clint without looking up. That might have been actually viable. Hank could be just as frenetic about his work. Maybe he should advise looking into that, just in case, before he was making new organs for everybody. Still not looking up or deigning to actually engage himself, he asked Clint, "What's wrong with you?"

A small grinned formed along Clint's face at the Pym Particle line. That Hank. Never stopped being weird. Which somehow also made him funny. Barton turned and glanced Tony's way then and shrugged in defense of the follow up question. "I've got a massive headache today." He frowned then and glanced at the door. Change of subject! "So this is everybody? No Steve or Jess?" He wondered aloud at the obvious absence of Tony's other team members from NYC's Avengers. He shifted his gaze back Stark's way and fiddled with a glass of water. "Oh, and Thor? Don't you guys got Goldilocks back now?"

That was the million dollar question that finally got Tony to react. Obviously, Cap and Spider-woman had more important things to do than join them on the other side of the country for a dinner party that the guest of honour couldn't even be bothered to attend, but Thor was another story entirely. Tony pressed his lips together, his frown of concentration at his screen turning darker for a moment before he pouted and shrugged and finally joined the physical world.

"It was just a visit," he explained, dismissive. Pausing only long enough to drop his phone on the table, he switched abruptly as if he had just noticed, "What about Wanda?" Surely she could waft out of her room for her brother's sake. She didn't even have to put anything on if she didn't want to.

"She's probably getting the guest of honor from the hospital," Janet's voice offered, echoing out from the vase. A moment or two passed before she poked her head back out.

"...He was fine when you checked on him last, right?" she asked apprehensively, as thought that could be the only reason they weren't here yet, "Maybe the heart doesn't work as good as you thought it would."

"I'm sure the heart is fine, Jan. Don't worry." Clint replied quickly though not unkindly. He shot Tony a glance and gave him a nod then turned and smirked her way. "Their probably just running late doing weird twin things." He explained while stretching his arms back. Oh they all knew about the vibe those two put out. It was pretty hard not to pick up on something like that (especially when living in the same house like they all did). Maybe it was a Genosha thing? It certainly wasn't mentioned very often among the team. What was even stranger was how Tony fit into all that. When the three of them got together in a room there was a vibe that made even a circus kid like Clint feel awkward. Which was saying something. Anyway, Barton leaned back again in his chair and sipped his water while he waited. If they weren't here in fifteen minuets he was going to go lay down.

Mere moments later the dining room door opened, interrupting what was probably an awkward silence. Not a result of any 'weird twin things', there had simply been traffic on the road from LA (what else was new?) and Wanda had been insistent that they take a car rather than teleportation or- god forbid- Pietro do anything silly like running back home. Of course the doctors and surgeons assured her that Pietro was going to be perfectly fine, Wanda was stubbornly refusing to risk even the slightest chance that he wouldn't be and begged that her brother humor her at least until they were safely back in Malibu.

Smiling around at the other Avengers and hanging onto her brother's arm, Wanda stepped into the room and eyed the food spread out on the table. It was a welcome sight as it occurred to her that she hadn't actually eaten anything in awhile. Admittedly, she'd been worried. Her faith in Tony's design and the abilities of the country's top surgeons only went so far. In her own experience with anything, something could always go wrong.

Pietro had hoped his previous surgery might have convinced everyone he wasn't going to drop dead at any moment, but he was doing his best to put up with everyone fawning over him. He was almost looking forward to Barton's snark at this point, anything to avoid all this unnecessary concern over his health.

His gaze flicked to the lone sad balloon, lips curling.

"Is this really a balloon occasion?" he asked, smoothing his fingers through his hair, and sparing a smile through his sarcastic voice.

Tony could have put his hand to his heart to thank deities for the entrance of the twins after seriously considering the worthiness of taking up smoking again just for a good excuse to leave the room. He couldn't even look at Jan after her helpful commentary, his eyes wide with panic, and would have been astoundingly grateful for Clint's intervention if he didn't follow it up with the 'twin things' comment. They really shouldn't have all known what that meant, but Tony was tense enough then and felt a collective clearing of throats coming on.

It was with enormous relief that he rose to greet the pair, taking Wanda's free hand and clapping Pietro on the shoulder for all his painfully boring recovery work. "That's to celebrate my success and genius, dear. Not everything is about you," he claimed. "Feeling good?"

"Ah of course, well then congratulations," Pietro replied with a laugh, "You did a good job. I'm feeling goood. A little like my chest was resently cracked open, but good. Have a heart beat and everything." Which was really quite the accomplishment. "You do good work."

With the arrival of the Pietro, Clint turned his attention away from Jan and Tony's ego to make his way over to the twins. It was Quicksilver's party after all. He had to go and greet twinkle toes. He marched over to the other side of him and gave him a good clap on the shoulder. "Glad to hear it pal. It's good to see you on your feet. Happy uh.. whatever-this-is. Can you have a drink? I think we got you some champane. Or are you on medication?" Despite their occasional bickering, Clint had to admit privately he was glad to see him well..not dead. Living in the same building with the guy had sort of endured him. Granted Barton could never admit this. No, not even on his deathbed. But it was nice enough seeing him out and about. Enough even to congratulate. That was safe.